Genshin Impact: This Trainee Fatui Harbinger is Too Unreliable

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Upon entering the theater, Luo Qing scanned the seats and immediately spotted Makoto and the other women already seated in the front row. They waved at him enthusiastically, a spot saved just for him in the very center.

To his left and right sat three women each, with Makoto and Theresa flanking him. It was clear that Makoto had taken a particular liking to Theresa, her "first little sister" to pledge allegiance.

Under the envious gazes of the men around him, Luo Qing took his seat, mere meters from the stage.

"Why are we sitting in the front row?" Luo Qing asked.

"To let you have the best view of the little dancer's performance, of course," Makoto replied with a teasing smile.

She then turned to Kamisato Ayaka, sitting to her right. "I hear Ayaka likes to dance too. Is that true?"

"Ah..." Ayaka hesitated, her voice barely audible. "Sister Makoto, I'm not very good at it..."

"No worries, no worries. Luo Qing will definitely enjoy it. He's always loved watching young ladies dance, isn't that right, Luo Qing?"

"..."

Makoto's playful remark caused the other women to glance over. Though they remained silent, her words clearly stuck in their minds.

Luo Qing likes girls who can dance.

Better remember that.

Before long, Makoto's small talk with the group eased the atmosphere. Soon, the lights dimmed, signaling the start of the Sabzeruz Festival's headline event.

Zubair, the theater owner, took the stage first. After delivering a lengthy ode to the little Grass God, the performances began.

Jugglers, singers, magicians, and audience interaction acts followed in succession.

Luo Qing paid no mind to any of them. He was only interested in Nilou's dance.

Finally, the finale arrived.

"Now, let's welcome Miss Nilou, presenting her breathtaking dance in honor of the Sabzeruz Festival!"

As the announcer's voice echoed backstage, the lights dimmed again.

In the darkness, a Vision slowly began to glow—a soothing azure radiance.

The music swelled, the lights came up, and a red-haired girl stood at the center of the stage. Nilou's graceful movements began, her flowing sleeves trailing as water-element lotuses bloomed around her.

Each lotus drifted toward the audience, transforming into birds and flowers that adorned the entire bazaar.

"So this... is the kind of dance Luo Qing likes..."

Ayaka watched, her small mouth slightly agape, completely mesmerized by Nilou's performance.

Is this the right way to use a Vision for dancing?

In comparison, her own attempts at dancing seemed... utterly inadequate.

Ayaka made up her mind then and there. After the performance, I must find Nilou and ask her to teach me.

The music reached its crescendo, and the entire audience was spellbound by Nilou's dance.

Suddenly, a voice, sharp and full of hostility, shattered the moment.

"Cease this performance immediately! The Akademiya has not received any registration for this event!"

The music stopped abruptly. Nilou's dance was cut short, her waterborne lotuses and birds fading into nothingness.

All eyes turned toward the commotion, where a group of Akademiya guards, led by Azar and several scholars, had stormed into the theater and climbed onto the stage.

"Today's Sabzeruz Festival event has not been officially registered with the Akademiya and is therefore an illegal gathering. You have one minute to stop all activities, or you will face the necessary consequences," Setaria announced coldly, her tone devoid of emotion.

"You again!"

Nilou clenched her fists tightly, glaring at the scholars with fiery defiance.

This wasn't the first time they'd interrupted one of her performances.

"It's the Sabzeruz Festival! What's illegal about hosting a celebration?!" Nilou snapped, turning her frustration toward Azar. "This event is your responsibility, yet you do nothing to prepare for it—and now you accuse us of breaking the rules?!"

"Hmph. Pointless entertainment such as this should be banned outright. It's merely the ignorant and uneducated indulging in frivolity," Azar replied, arms crossed, his smug disdain palpable.

His gaze swept the audience—until it landed on Luo Qing in the front row.

Their eyes met.

For reasons he couldn't explain, a chill ran down Azar's spine.

"You dare to call the Sabzeruz Festival meaningless? Have you forgotten who our god is?!"

Nilou's voice trembled with anger, her fists clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white. If she weren't worried about causing trouble for the theater, she'd have slapped Azar already.

"Hmph. With your level of intellect, I don't think you're qualified to argue with me," Azar sneered, turning to leave.

His mission tonight was merely to locate a suitable Dream Core, and now that he'd found one, there was no need to linger.

"These people, always ruining someone else's performance!"

Makoto crossed her arms, her expression dark. Ganyu and Shenhe also looked displeased, though Ei remained impassive.

"I've had enough of these Akademiya snobs!" Makoto muttered.

Between the previous interruptions of performances and the scholars' arrogant attitudes during her walks through Sumeru, her patience had worn thin.

"Luo Qing, take him down!"

"..."

"How exactly should I 'take him down'?"

"Just get rid of him. That little mustache of his annoys me!"

"Alright."

Luo Qing nodded slightly, his mind entering the Akasha Network. Locating Azar's terminal, he sent a single thought.

"Listen to me, do you play basketball?"

"Hmm?!"

[Frustration Points from Azar: +10]

Azar's face went pale. The voice—it was him. The one who had dragged him into that nightmare where he was toyed with by beastwomen.

"Can you sing, dance, and rap?"

"Who are you..."

"Then let's see you perform on stage. Sing, dance, and rap."

With those words, Azar's mind filled with unfamiliar memories: a man in suspenders and a bowl cut, bouncing a ball while singing an annoyingly catchy tune.

"What is this..."

Azar's body began to move against his will, as if some unseen force had taken control.

To everyone's shock, the haughty Grand Sage removed his coat, slung it over his shoulders, and tucked part of it into his waistband like suspenders.

As the audience stared in confusion, Azar ignored Nilou, walking to the center of the stage.

His face twisted in anguish as he opened his mouth.

"Greetings, national producers...

I'm Azar, a trainee with two and a half years of practice..."

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